The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The brass astrolabe sat upon the desk, its surface pitted by the slow, invisible teeth of time. It was a beautiful thing, once. I had polished it every morning for three decades, my thumb tracing the engraved constellations of a sky that no longer held the same stars. It was not merely an instrument; it was the anchor of my soul, the physical weight of my duty, the only thing in this rotting...

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